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While her and the man walked, Isadora caught a glimpse of a jewel underneath the fur of the dog.  It soon occurred to her that the pup might be one of the Kindred that she had heard so much about previously, and that she could very well understand him.  She opened up her mind to him and instantly regretted it, her senses suddenly being bombarded by talk of all different things with a common theme around food, flowers, and castles.  It took her a moment to adjust to the constant rambling, but the second she did the man's gruff voice cut in over the dog's.  His name was Rathe, and the Kindred's name was Chiya.  He also happened to list off his titles, which she grinned at only slightly.  [color=AF3131]"So, you're a warrior of sorts,"[/color] she said, stating the obvious with a turn of her head.  As they neared the Nosey Needle, she looked over to Chiya and gave him a warm smile.  [color=AF3131]"Y'know Chiya, you'd look good in a bowtie and a jacket.  She should be good enough to make you a set,"[/color] the Widow mused, lithe hand closing around a doorknob and pushing the slab it was connected to open.

Inside was the Nosey Needle, a smaller shop known for the seamstress that could make anything and everything.  She was greeted by the same woman she had thought about moments ago, then gave her the same warm smile she gave to Chiya earlier.  [color=AF3131]"Don't worry, we're here for the same reason everyone else is.  I do have a special request, however."[/color]  The Widow crossed her arms, still under her bust as it became apparent that this was a default pose for her.  [color=AF3131]"I need a dress centered on a red corset.  Oh, and detached sleeves to go with it."[/color]  Almost as an afterthought, she glanced over at Chiya and cracked a smile, intending to follow up on her joke earlier.  [color=AF3131]"Also, a bowtie and jacket for the Kindred."[/color]

Familiar with the procedure for measuring, Isadora stepped onto a raised dais surrounded by mirrors, arms extending to her sides before she frowned at her current attire.  [color=AF3131]"How accurate would you like to be?  I have nothing against losing a layer if you need me to,"[/color]  she said casually, fully aware of the doubt of there being anything underneath her outermost layer.  Her right hand retracted quickly as she remembered the bone in her belt, which she then tossed to Chiya in the hopes he would catch it.  [color=AF3131]"Hold onto that for a moment, please."[/color]